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Looking at her reflection, she was happy to see that she had changed more than a little. Her red hair was always wild, with a mind of its own, but she could manage it now far better than ever before. Her cheekbones were well defined and her skin was flawless, aside from a few freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were still a dark green, but now with just the right makeup she could accent her features in a way she had always tried to hide before. No Messy Jessie was certainly a part of her past. Now all she had to do was wait for Blakemore to come see her which she knew would happen sooner rather than later, just as soon as he read over the papers from the city.





Chapter Three- Randy

The little minx came over to drop off paperwork, not to casually run into his mother as she had thought. He tossed the new paperwork down on his desk. So maybe she did have a little fire to her after all, well either way she was in for a surprise. It wouldn’t take long for him to get dressed and go into town, specifically to see her. If he recalled correctly, she had always been a little moneyed over him in middle school. Maybe he could use that to persuade her to see things his way. At this point anything he could do to make things better, he would do it. He also wanted to see if he could make her squirm a little.

He hated the city more than any place else. The architecture was beautiful, true, but the people, the smells and the traffic were not something he ever wanted to deal with. How anyone could work in the mess was beyond him. He smoothed down his shirt, having taken great care to look nice. His black button down shirt and gray slacks fit him well enough, and he had shaved this morning, just to make a good impression as he did his sweet talking today. He was escorted to an outer office and led into the room by a younger, very city like young man.

“Coffee, water?” The boy asked him.

“No… no I am fine thanks.” He watched as he straightened a few things in the office and turned to go.

“Miss Sinclair will be in shortly; she is just wrapping up a meeting.” He gave a smile and then left the room in a scurry of activity.

The whole situation seemed a little odd, but hey, whatever suits you. He shrugged his shoulders and stood to look around the room. The key to getting what you want is to find common ground with your opponent. Surely there was something in this room that he could find to talk to Miss Jessie about. Her office was perfectly neat and clean, and there was very little at all to look at. In fact, there was one picture of her Jessie and her parents, and another of her dog. Aside from that no friends, boyfriends or otherwise among her things.

No boyfriend pics were a good thing; he could use that later. Even still it seems like she would have more… well stuff. He had never met a woman that didn’t always have more “stuff” than necessary. He moved over to her large windows and looked out at the city below. He whistled slowly, taking in the view. He had finally figured out what good there was in the city, and this view was it. Instead of facing the hub of the city her office faced the opposite direction. You could see the bay, the water moving swiftly and the long bridge stretching over it. People were nothing more than ants crawling around. In act this view was breathtaking.

He was still standing that way when she came in. He could tell she was there before he even turned around to look at her. With a grin he spun around to face her. She seemed to be both puzzled and surprised at the same time. He knew it was a good time to start things off right.

“I have to say Jessie; this is some view.” He gave her a wink, the double meaning obvious.

He waited for a blush or reaction and all he could tell that she did do was roll her eyes slightly as she made her way over to her chair. She was in a black dress today, form fitting and in sharp contrast to her pale skin, she was beautiful. He would try until she told him to stop.

“I guess you know why I am here? I got your letters after lunch with my mother the other day, seems like something some dirty businessman would do, taking advantage of an old woman like that.”

He saw the flush in her face then, ok anger was something.

“Mr. Blakemore...”

“Randy, please.” He sat down in the chair with a smile in her direction.

“Fine, Randy.” She crossed her arms still standing. “For your information I was on the way to her house and did, in fact, run into her. I just gave them to her since I was already there.”

“I have my own place, you know; my mother doesn’t need to be bothered with all the legal stuff? It will only stress her out.” He gave her a once over slowly, still nothing.

“I am sorry about that Mr. Blake...er Randy. I When they assigned it to me, your mothers address was the only one on it. I will rectify it as soon as I can.” She settled down in her chair. “What exactly can I help you with?”